| This place is making me sick now, so I’m pouring whiskey down.
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| I’ll stumble off the edge of the world tonight.
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| I sit back and take this in.
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| Now I’m paying for your sins.
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| This break from tradition’s just not right.
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| This is not my fault.
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| This is a bad dream, somebody wake me.
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| I love you Seattle, but I’m counting down the days 'til you break my heart
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| again and wash my feelings down the drain.
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| And is this necessary to feel this pain again?
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| I’ll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin.
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| This place is making me sick now, so I’m pouring whiskey down.
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| Let’s celebrate the end of my world tonight.
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| I hear your friends laughing out loud, the Sparks flowing from their mouths.
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| This break from tradition’s just not right.
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| This is not my fault.
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| This is a bad dream, somebody wake me.
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| I love you Seattle, but I’m counting down the days 'til you break my heart
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| again and wash my feelings down the drain.
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| And is this necessary to feel this pain again?
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| I’ll grit my teeth and bare it as you barrel through my skin. |